“Ha … ha ha … ah hahaha. I did it. It’s been so long since I could barely move after all the activity, but I actually did it,” I say before making more tired laughs.

I’m currently lying on my back, looking up at the slightly cloudy, but blue skies. Looking at it from my perspective, it’d be a peaceful sight.

Zoom out to an outsider’s point of view, however, one would see me lying on top of a hill … no, a mountain of monster corpses, consisting of different species from various sizes, all hacked, slashed, or stabbed cleanly with the cursed tanto, leaving me and the weapon itself drenched in their blood. I told the tanto girl to bring out as many monsters she could summon with her powers like she did last night, but she got too excited from the sexual ecstasy and went overboard. One wouldn’t even be able to hear themselves think anymore from all cries of agony the monsters let out in the air as they were killed, while at the same time having a girl moan and scream from one orgasm after another.

Because of all that noise, I lost count of how many I killed after somewhere around 100. The tanto girl might’ve lost consciousness at one point—if that was even possible for one dwelling in a weapon or anything to begin with—because I couldn’t feel her ominous magic summoning monsters anymore, nor did I hear any more of her squeals of ecstasy. Maybe some shallow breathing from time to time, but then that was all I heard from her once the monsters stopped coming and I end up lying on the mountain. In the efforts of wearing out my lusting for women with violence, I think all the ‘stuff’ that was backed up since my last jack-off kind of leaked out prematurely from judging how soaked my trousers are right now, and I know that’s not all the monster blood’s fault.

I barely used any skills or spells, though I noticed things around me were going slower for me than normal while I was battling. I learned later that it might’ve been ‘Hyper Perception’ at work. I must’ve got it while I was out last night and just used it subconsciously as I fought. Other than that, I just basically sprinted towards and attacked any monster that came after me with raw strength. It was easy to see how close they were to dying since I saw their HP and MP bars over their heads like I couldn’t before. With those as my guides of sorts, I dealt with each accordingly while putting my mana into the tanto to help her bring out more monsters for me to fight. Since she stopped doing that at one point, I thought I should experiment and practice my new ‘Darkness Manipulation’ skill. I enveloped that magic around the tanto and change the mana’s density and shape to form different weapons like a bat, a katana, and the odachi like the one I made last night, to name a few. The tanto girl did get back up a few times when I made such sudden changes, but not for very long. Any attacks the monsters landed on me, I didn’t even notice them, no pain whatsoever. Any scratches or hints of damage that were visible, I used ‘Meditation’ to let the ‘HP Regeneration’ bonus to make them disappear. I’m using ‘Meditation’ even now while I’m lying down to help fill any holes left in my HP bar. I think I’ve had my ‘Sadistic Smile’ on me for so long that it kind of got stuck, and so I had to massage my face a little to relax the muscles some.

By the time the battle … or maybe it’s better to call it a genocide ended, I received many notices following my level up.

[You have achieved the ‘Fearsome Underdog’ title!

[You have now learned ‘Status Sorting*!’

[You have now reached ‘Hyper Perception’ LV 6!

[You have now reached ‘Size Up’ LV 4!

[You have now reached ‘Darkness Manipulation’ LV 5!

[You have achieved the ‘Umpquamancer’ title!

[You have now reached ‘Slugger Style’ LV 7!

[Conditions met: ‘Katana-Wielding’ skills associated with current ‘Slugger Style’ level are available to learn.

[You have now reached ‘Meditation’ LV 4!

[You have now reached ‘Sadistic Smile’ LV 5!]

I checked my pulse after the notices stopped appearing. Seeing as how my heart rate has finally slowed down and images of me violating the girls stopped flowing into my head, I can now say for certain that I’ve successfully fought off the curse’s side-effects to the point of exhaustion. I just didn’t think the tanto girl would get as exhausted as I am. I don’t even know how long we’ve been out here since I escaped from Ms. Tephalia’s bedchambers.

<“Jinma … do you know what I’m feeling right now?”> she asks in my head.

“What?” No one else is around, so I thought it’d be safe for me to speak aloud.

<“I feel like I survived the mother of all gangbangs where I thought the onslaught of males pumping their semen inside me would never stop.”>

“…”

<“I’ve had my share of orgies, my best record around 30 people in the same room I did it with, but we had breaks to recover while switching partners to go another round with. This? I felt like I was thrown into a lion’s den with a hundred sex hungry, pent-up males who didn’t relieve themselves for a week, at best. It was fun having the control of getting many off at once at first, but then after a while when I got too tired to pleasure them myself, they wouldn’t wait to let me recover and just continued pumping whatever amounts of thick, potent semen they could into me.”>

“…”

<“Three, then one, then three, then two, their dicks kept plugging my holes and they wouldn’t stop dumping their splooge in me until I was practically drowning in the stuff. Even if I stopped responding to anything, they’d just kept going on me like I was a slab of meat. I’d have such a thick, smelly coat on me while looking like I was pregnant with triplets, no, quadruplets of babies for how bloated my stomach would be right now. I’d have soooo much of it gushing out of my holes, even vomiting it out if someone pressed down on my stomach. I must have a spring’s worth of semen, your mana, oozing out of me right now.”>

“Okay, I don’t know what’s more fucked up right now: that image, or the fact that I’m actually getting turned on again from such an image, and I thought I was over this twisted lust. Did I hurt you through all of that somehow?”

The tanto girl then laughs in my head. <“Are you seriously worrying over someone who has slain countless people through possessed vessels for a few thousand years?”>

“Uh …”

<“Don’t think about it too hard, stud, all that I said just now was the biggest praise I ever gave in my lifetime. Don’t worry about your lust, either. Right now, those are just the normal levels of horniness for a healthy young male. Well, you might be a bit too healthy from how hard you’re getting right now even after all you ejaculated, but you’re not so on edge with lust that you’ll want to pin a girl down and take her within the next five minutes.”>

“How can you be so sure?”

<“I don’t know, I think all that magic you pumped into me made some kind of bond between us that let me just … well, know that much about you. Hell, even in my current state, I've actually got turned on again after describing that image, and that was around the same time you listened.”>

“Huh … so right now, you and I are one in a way?”

<“If anything, I’d say you’re still inside me while we’re cuddling and having the levels of afterglow that go beyond the heavens.”>

“Wow … that’s deep.”

<“That’s what he said.”>

I don’t know why, but we both ended up laughing our heads off over that lame dirty joke.

<“In all my years of screwing around that led me to my current level of ‘Vigorous Libido’ before I got trapped in the tanto, I had never done it with a male or female who made me feel this way like you did. I’d hug and kiss you so much right now if I had my body.”

“If you were coated in that rank stuff as you said, I’d politely ask you to keep yourself three meters away from me until you wash yourself.”

<“Ah! You’re the one who made me like this! Be a male and take responsibility!”>

“Okay, then I’d just take you to the nearest bubble bath and drop you in the water to soak for a while.”

<“How cold!”>

Amidst our banter, something about Tanto Girl mentioning her ‘previous body’ got me thinking.

“… What were you like before you dwelled in the tanto? Actually, I never even got your name and have been calling you ‘Tanto Girl’ this whole time.”

<“Ah, well then, some proper introductions are in order. I once went by as Nyra, the very Royal Blacksmith who crafted the tanto you hold now, and I was a Pixie.”>

“Pixie?” I ask while sitting up and looking at the blade in my hand. “You mean beings similar to Fairies? Those Pixies?”

<“More or less. Have you seen an Elf before?”>

“Nope.” Aside from the ones I’ve seen in some manga and books of mythology back home, but they wouldn’t count in this context.

<“Well, imagine one that’s about as big as a human child with long pointy ears, a pair of glass-like wings, small horns, and dark skin, and that’s what makes up the most of us. It’s been so long, I can’t even remember the finer details of my body before it got sucked in this blade, but I was the hottest girl, second before our queen, of course, that got around with many of my kind on the side of my main job as a blacksmith.”>

“That’s really amazing, Ms. Nyra. How’d you even get stuck in your own creation?”

<“Okay, first, no formalities after the kinky shit we just went through. From now on, you’re ‘Jinma’ to me, and I’m ‘Nyra’ to you. Hell, I wouldn’t mind you calling me ‘Babe’ at this point.”>

“… I think I’m fine with just calling you ‘Nyra.’” Calling a girl something like ‘Babe’ makes me feel like a real douchebag, like the old playboy of a coworker I previously worked with back on Earth.

<“Suit yourself. Anyway, to keep things short, I think it was because of some jealous bitch who was also a blacksmith. We were competing in a contest held in our village. It was the day before the main event that I was maintaining my best work when she used some high-level Curse Magic to enchant the weapon that included trapping me inside it. I blacked out after that, and the next time I woke up, I found myself stagnant and immobile off the side of a riverbed. I think she might’ve tossed my weapon to the nearest river with me in it. From that point, I’m not sure if it was the enchantment’s work, but I lost my sanity and wanted to cut the first thing in sight with the weapon. I was able to learn how to summon monsters to move me around from there, and after that, the legend of the ‘Cursed Misfortune Tanto of Nyra’ started to sprout.”>

“… Did you ever want to get your body back? Get revenge on the bitch who did this to you?”

<“I’d definitely give her the piece of my mind that’s way past due if I ever see her again, but I’m not as vested in revenge anymore. I don’t even know if she’s still alive, as well as the village still standing. There have been times I was nostalgic of having my old body back, but I’ve gotten used to this new one. Whether or not I was in my moments of clarity from the curse, enchantment, or whatever, I tried to relish the moments given to me, even if it meant taking another’s life, and then I was at one point sealed away by that Lamia Lord’s ancestor. From there, a couple people broke in to take me, only to get possessed for some time before the Lamia guardians managed to take me back and seal me away again, upping the traps for tighter security, lather, rinse, and repeat. I thought this time wasn’t going to be any different, either … until I met you, of course.

<“After sharing this dance oozing of ecstasy and blood with you the second time, I’d like to make a proposal with you, Jinma.”>

“A … proposal?”

<“Whether or not I’d win the contest with my last creation—but really, I totally had it in the bag—it’s not like I would let it sit in my shelf and gather dust. In the pursuit to be the greatest blacksmith in the world, I wanted to craft something that’d be on the same level as the items blessed by the Immortals, and by that logic, have that same item be wielded by someone I’d consider worthy for it. Ironically, in an attempt to make me fail, that bitch who cast this curse on me actually helped make my dream come true, and finally, after thousands of years, I think I’ve finally found the one worthy to wield my greatest creation … to wield me, really.

<“Jinma, form a Weapon’s Bond with my blade, let it be a part of you, let me be your partner and become one with you—and I don’t mean that in the sexual sense. I can grant you knowledge in magic and blacksmithing that those working in such fields would kill to gain, I can be your second pair of eyes who watches your back and help judge what kind of people we’d deal with in the future, and so much more as we get to know each other. You won’t ever have to worry about this blade breaking, for it’s made with Chaos Ore, the strongest metal in the world that can pierce through the greatest of defenses, even a Dragon’s hide when sharpened. Along with that, four Gold Greed Rings were melded into it to help you gain twice the amount of EXP to level up as you normally would. If that isn’t crazy enough, it seems my curse allows the wielder to level up three times instead of two when taking someone’s life. You should see a drastic change in your stats by now because of those qualities.

<“Finally, the most important thing: I would never betray you.”>

“… Nyra, anyone would say that easily at first but will have no problem stabbing the other person in the back later. I know from experience. Even if you can’t possess me, what makes you any different from those who just say they won’t do it, but not follow through?” I ask while furrowing my brow.

<“Jinma … even though we’ve only fought together twice, right now, I’m feeling things I never had before with my previous partners, and I don’t want to let them go. I just know that if I do something unforgivable, I would never be able to get these feelings from anyone else.”>

“…”

<“Don’t get me wrong, most were nice people, my previous partners. There were a few I made mistakes with, and those I wish I wasn’t so stupid to choose and find out they were mistakes later. You, however, even after knowing a little of what I am, got worried for me on instinct when I made that kinky metaphor. I’ve never met a human that was so honest and genuinely considerate of someone very different from them. I’m not gonna say my previous partners don’t matter to me, because they helped shape me into the Pixie I was before I got cursed, but I never wanted to be a part of someone’s life so much as I do right now.”>

Suddenly from the tanto, the purplish-black aura emanates from the blade, swirling up and around until it loops over my free hand. When that very hand is wrapped, it’s very difficult to distinguish its temperature, but I can still tell it’s there, the small physical touch that the ominous-looking magic is emanating that’s holding me tenderly.

Just briefly, I thought I saw something small flying in front of me that’s holding my hand with both of theirs, the same way as the tanto’s magic is right now.

<“Please, Jinma? Can I come with you?”> Nyra asks.

It doesn’t even take me five seconds to think before I sigh. “You’re going to drive me nuts with your lewd metaphors and images in my head.”

<“You don’t mean?!”>

I get up, jump down from the top of Mt. Monster Genocide, and stretch before patting my hands against my trousers. “Even if people might see me as crazy at times, or that the world is against me, at least I won’t ever have to feel alone if you’re around.”

<“Yes! Yeeeeees! Thank you thank you thank you!”>

“Okay, okay, let’s not get too crazy. We gotta do that ‘Weapon’s Bond’ thing, right? Tell me what exactly it is and how it works while I clean up and put away these monster corpses for later. [Storage, In].” Pointing my hand to the mountain of monster corpses, a circle of light appears underneath it before everything inside vanishes into thin air. I then cast [Clean] towards most of the area in my surroundings, including myself and the tanto in my hand, wiping off any traces of blood and dirt. The area looks as beautiful and green as it was when I came here, myself and my clothes are spotless, and the tanto shines a great luster.

<“Niiiiice~. Anyway, as I explained before, the weapon—myself included in this case—would become a part of you, as in even if you lose it somehow, all you have to do is call it back by the name you gave it and it will return to you immediately. Also, this way even if we’re apart, we may be able to communicate at a farther distance than we did when we weren’t close enough for contact …”>

Later on, she explains how the rite for the Weapon’s Bond is performed that I followed. Basically, after dropping my own blood onto the weapon I put magic into, I recite a chant the way she told me, right up to where I give it a name to call on. In this case, I didn’t think too hard and called the tanto ‘Nyra’ since she and it are one and the same now. The weapon glows a whitish-blue before it dissipates.

Also, as for how I got to drip my blood on the blade, I just used it to prick my finger before I let the ‘HP Regeneration’ status buff close the hole overtime. It was kind of scary how easy I could injure myself with it, so I had to handle it with care in the future.

<“You’re all set! I’ll be in your care, sugar.”>

“Ditto. Now, where did I put that sheath?”

<“Here, I’ll take care of that.”> The same whitish-blue light appears before the black sheath that matches the tanto’s design manifests itself. I catch it in my hand and sheathe my new weapon.

“We kept the girls back in the bedchamber waiting for a while. We should probably make it back and tell them all what happened.”

<“Oh! Oh! Before we do, open up your status and show me your stats! C’mon! C’mon! Pleeeeeease?!”>

“Okay, okay, I’ll open my status and show you since we’ll be together for a while. I’m actually curious to see how much stronger I got, myself.”

“As am I, Jinma Kotori.”

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